First encounters in the Windy City

I don't think I was even off the plane from new york when the first body blow struck - basically the event that I'm here for, looked like it was being called off. That news made me feel physically sick. Fortunately - or not, who knows - the blackberry then died before I could make any panicked calls cancelling people, and I was forced in to a state of rather robotic calm. Read my book in the morning traffic (Piers Morgan's egotrip) and fell into a wonderful shower in the hotel- figuring I may as well enjoy what I could, while I still have a job and a head on my shoulders. Felt a bit better as I walked randomly around the streets, finally pitching up at the CME.